Chapter 100: Treasure!

The yellow sand beneath the carpet surged like a spring.

And then—

The sand came alive.

Large swathes of sand were like schools of golden fish, swimming against the current in the ocean.

Then, it continuously poured into Ozawa’s mouth, nose, and ears.

Ozawa’s face was covered in tears and snot as his body trembled incessantly.

At first, it was his tongue.

Then his throat and stomach.

Finally, when his heart and brain were churned together, Ozawa’s trembling stopped.

But it didn’t end there.

The sand began to suck.

Like a yogurt pouch that had been bitten open, it took a powerful gulp.

Ozawa shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Watanabe happened to see this scene; his eyes widened, and his mouth hung slightly open.

Before a scream could escape, the sand beneath his feet surged up.

Watanabe was completely enveloped within it.

He struggled with all his might, constantly slapping away the sand on his face.

However, there was too much sand.

The speed at which he slapped it away couldn’t keep up with the speed at which the sand entered his mouth and nose, not only churning his internal organs but also sucking his blood dry.

In the gaps when the sand was slapped away, he saw a person.

A person slowly floating up from the sand was staring at him coldly.

Watanabe’s eyes were full of pleading.

But the person before him remained completely unmoved.

He could only clearly feel himself being pulled into the sand bit by bit.

Death arrived as scheduled, and just as his consciousness was fading, a panicked cry rang out from outside the tent— “The Sand Bandits are here!”

Another caravan leader walked out of Lin Youcai’s tent with a solemn expression.

“This is the last one, right?”

Wang Youshou stared at the Gold Beads and Silver Ingots before him, his eyes shining.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen money before, but this kind of business where money came just by flapping one’s lips was simply too satisfying.

“The last one.

Pity, this business won’t be possible in the future.”

Lin Youcai also felt regretful.

He also liked this kind of business that was almost like getting something for nothing.

But he knew even better that this was a one-time deal.

In the future, finding a business that aligned the heavens, the earth, and the people so perfectly would be harder than hard.

That’s why he wanted to squeeze these caravans dry.

Wang Youshou thought so too.

In fact, he was thinking even further ahead.

He had just coated his dagger with poison.

He guaranteed that with one stab, Lin Youcai would be dead through and through.

While thinking this, he tidied his braid.

Then, he used a handkerchief to wipe his forehead.

Before, he would never have done this.

But today was different from the past.

With this money, he could buy himself an official position.

He didn’t even need connections; the prices were clearly marked.

Once he had an official status,

He would be a Lord Official.

Naturally, he would need to maintain his dignity.

Wang Youshou imitated the Lord Officials he had seen before and waved his hand at Lin Youcai— “Let our men get ready!”

Lin Youcai, lost in his beautiful dream, didn’t notice Wang Youshou’s change at all.

With a nod, he prepared to walk out.

But before Lin Youcai could reach the tent flap,

The flap was lifted.

A man with a fair complexion and a folding fan, looking like a scholar, walked in. He had a gentle expression and a smile on his lips as the fan in his hand lightly brushed across Lin Youcai’s neck.

Pfft!

Lin Youcai clutched his neck and collapsed.

Wang Youshou was so scared he retreated repeatedly.

He recognized the person before him.

It was the Sand Bandit he had contacted.

And for him to appear here—

“You have no honor!”

Wang Youshou shouted loudly, drawing his dagger.

Hearing this accusation, Leaving Not Even Chickens or Dogs almost burst out laughing.

Leaving Not Even Chickens or Dogs had never seen such a naive person.

To be a merchant traveling in the desert and actually talk about honor with a Sand Bandit.

If a Sand Bandit had honor, would they still be a Sand Bandit?

Besides—

“You’re no good either.

I have no honor, but do you?

What were you planning to do with the poison you bought from me?

Do you really think I didn’t know?”

Leaving Not Even Chickens or Dogs’s fan lightly tapped Wang Youshou’s dagger, knocking it away, while simultaneously pointing the fan at the other’s throat.

Pfft!

Just like Lin Youcai,

Wang Youshou clutched his neck and collapsed.

Leaving Not Even Chickens or Dogs turned and sat in the tent, picking up the wine on Lin Youcai’s table. After pouring himself a glass, he took a slight sip.

A sour and astringent taste spread in his mouth.

“Pity there’s no ice.”

Leaving Not Even Chickens or Dogs remarked.

Then, he spoke toward the outside of the tent—

“Do it!”

With the command, the Sand Bandits who had long since infiltrated immediately revealed their ferocious faces.

They drew their weapons and rushed toward their respective targets.

Guards!

Most of the caravan guards didn’t even have time to react before they were cut down by the Sand Bandits who had been greeting them with smiles, deliberately flattering them, and occasionally bringing wine and food over the past two days.

The few who escaped the initial strike were given special attention by the Sand Bandits who had freed up their hands.

As the Sand Bandits swarmed and caravan guards fell one by one, the surrounding merchants cried out like startled birds.

“The Sand Bandits are here! The Sand Bandits are here!”

The market erupted in chaos at that moment.

Riding the old horse and holding the yellow dog and flower cat, Leng Wa rushed out of the Fort. He was now hidden behind a sand dune, watching the chaotic market from afar.

When the stranger first appeared, Leng Wa instinctively felt something was wrong.

In Ten Mile Slope, where no outsiders had appeared for three consecutive days, someone suddenly arrived and immediately asked him for a favor.

The other was a Swordsman.

He was just a half-grown child.

Could there be anything good?

Without a second thought, Leng Wa simply ran.

As for Ding Xie?

Did his brother need him to worry?

Taking care of himself and not being a burden was the greatest help he could give his brother.

Lying on the dune, Leng Wa could clearly see that the fighting in the market was like a desert when the wind rose—once the wind blew, all the sand rose up.

It was a total sweep!

The caravans didn’t have the slightest power to resist.

Those Sand Bandits brandished their blades and swords wantonly.

It was just like in his memories.

The only difference was that someone was riding a horse and charging toward the market.

Leng Wa recognized that horse; it was his brother’s trophy.

Leng Wa also recognized the person; it was the man who had just asked him for a favor.

What is this person doing?

Leng Wa narrowed his eyes.

In the next moment, the Sand Bandits on the outskirts of the market also noticed this person.

Two riders immediately charged over.

Clang!

The three riders crossed paths, and a blade hummed once.

Crimson blood splattered as the two riders fell to the ground.

A fast blade!

The Sand Bandits were startled; they hadn’t even seen clearly how the opponent had drawn his blade. However, more Sand Bandits soon gathered around.

They had bows and arrows.

The man turned his horse and fled.

As he ran, he held an object from his bosom above his head.

It was a cup that looked like both gold and jade. Under the sunlight, the nine dragons encircling the cup seemed to come alive—some raising their heads, some looking down, some lifting their claws, or spitting dragon pearls.

The moment the cup appeared, the chaotic battlefield fell silent.

Everyone’s gaze was drawn to the cup.

Ordinary people simply found it dazzling.

Martial Artists felt their Qi and blood become active.

And even—

Their minds cleared.

A treasure!

This thought rose from the bottom of everyone’s hearts.

The man holding the cup shouted loudly, “This is the nine dragons cup!

If you want it, come and chase me!”